Dorothy Parker, interviewed in the Paris Review, 1956 I dunno about the veracity of this but it's remarkable if true:
It was terrible about Scott; if you’d seen him you’d have been sick. When he died no one went to the funeral, not a single soul came, or even sent a flower. I said, “Poor son of a bitch,” a quote right out of The Great Gatsby, and everyone thought it was another wisecrack. But it was said in dead seriousness.